"What do you mean?!"
Yu Xueqin stared hard at Wang Tianqing, wave after wave of intense anger surging within him.
Her face still brimmed with youth, but it was no longer naive. Her every frown and smile conveyed a maturity that lay somewhere between a girl and a young woman. Perhaps it was the glow of good fortune that made her look so radiant, the corners of her eyes and brows relaxed in happiness. Moreover, whether it was an illusion or not, a faint air of languor seemed to emanate from Wang Tianqing, making her appear all the more enchanting and full-bodied. Like a ripe, juicy peach.
A certain conjecture suddenly surfaced in Yu Xueqin's mind. It's unreasonable, unrealistic, impossible! That was his instinctive reaction, yet he couldn't suppress his doubts.
Thus, his rage grew fiercer.
"Asking me?" Wang Tianqing casually countered, her voice light. She didn't even bother to lift her head to glance at Yu Xueqin. "Does it have anything to do with me?"
